Story: Every Waking Moment

Rating: K-T (it'll vary)

Word count: 348

Pairings (throughout the story): HatorixTohru, with mentions of KyoxKagura and YukixMachi

A/N: Genetics at its finest LOL Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket.

X is for "XX"

He always read it in the textbooks, but never thought he'd be in that position. "XY means boy, XX means girl" was always what he repeated back in medical school. "Hatori," he looked down at his beloved on the table. "What do you wish for it to be?"

Her hand rested on her stomach. He rubbed his hand over her stomach and let it rest on her hand. "I wish for it to be just like its mother," she blushed.

"A-Ah, you're so modest," she turned her head to the doctor next to her. The doctor was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

"A-A-Ah!" Hatori felt like there were two Tohrus in the room. "Let's see what you're having!" The girl was rubbing the gel all over Tohru's stomach, in a very frantic manner. He looked over at the picture being produced.

There it was—their creation. Granted, when she told him, he didn't know how to react at the time. "U-U-Um, H-Hatori?"

"What is it? Are you sick?" She held her stomach and shook her head.

"U-Um, n-n-no…" he looked at her.

"You can tell me, Tohru. Don't be-" she held out the stick that she hid against her stomach. He stopped talking.

"I'm pregnant."

"Mr. Sohma?" The doctor was waving her instrument around in his face, but he still went through his studying habits again. "XY means boy, XX means-"

"Hatori?" He felt Tohru squeeze his hand. He looked over at her. "Did you hear?" He just stared at her.

"It's a girl," the doctor said. She paused the picture on the screen and he looked back at the picture. "What if it has the curse? What if I can't hold it when it's born? What if you can't hold it? What if-" he silenced her with his lips. He had never been happier in his life. Between kisses, he whispered to her.

"I love you," he squeezed her hand back. He leaned down and kissed her lips (the doctor quickly looked away).

"And I'll love both of you, no matter what."

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